I woke up this morning to smoke and I thought my house was on fire. It turns out it was the smoke that had drifted down from the King Fire, which has now burned more than 95,000 acres. It rained and everyone thought it was out. It was only 55% contained, but I’m sure it’s getting better. It’s strange to wake up to smoke, and thus inspired my story.

Thank you to the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the Fictioneers, and to Marie Gail Stratford for this very unique photo.

Yes, I guess it was two-prong. I take inspiration from wherever I can get it, Mark. Thanks.

It was a freaky experience. To smell it, but not to see it. I woke up super early, like 3:30, and couldn’t go back to sleep. When the sun came up it was really hazy and they cancelled my kid’s jog-a-thon.

The fire is actually pretty far, but it’s so big that we all feel the effects of it. It’s better today. 🙂 Thanks so much, Mike. I appreciate that. Glad you liked it. I thought the same thing about Mihran’s clip. I think it goes with it, too! It works perfectly.

Hi Amy, I finally got a free minute to stop by. Great story, but I’m sorry to hear the fire was close to your home. Such devastating loss for those other home owners. Hope you and your family are doing well!

I’m hanging in there. Thanks for asking. We’re deep into soccer season. So we’ve been super busy. As for baby, my little love muffin is going to be ONE in three weeks. Yikes!
How are you and your boys?